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Miles has a long tongue. we didn't notice until yesterday, when he stuck it out all day long. It's not just long- it curls at the end. It's a little gross, but very funny. I tried to get a picture of him sitting up, but every time he see a camera, now, he tries to get it. He chased me across the floor.

I finally let him get the cord of the camera, which made him stick out his tongue in joy. His satisfaction knew no bounds, if his tongue is any indicator.


MomZup said…
Amazing little boy! Love the tongue! He has good sized ears as well! A sure sign of high intelligence.
Rosie said…
Seriously. High, high intelligence. I love him, and his long tongue.
al'xae said…
When your kids start that KISS tribute band they'll know who can be Gene Simmons ;)
Christina said…
That is about the funniest, cutest thing I've ever seen!

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